To the Bastards We Survived

Raise your glass! Break the chain! Spill the wine on war and pain! Na zdorovie! Burn it down! We toast the freaks who wear no crown! We danced through ash, we kissed the flame, We laughed while they forgot our names. Through every curse and bleeding floor, We drank, we sang, we begged for more! We were never saints. Never wanted thrones. We built our palace out of shattered bones. So here’s to the bastards we survived! The ghosts we kissed and left alive! To broken teeth and midnight howls — We toast them now in cursed vows! To the mad, the lost, the ones who lied — And the devil who still walks by our side! We’ll drink until the dawn forgets, Until the moon pays off our debts. One final cheer, one final sin — Let the fire take us in.